I agree that she’s cute. She looks kinda like a young Kato Kaelin in drag.
Apparently, she was in the middle range of diamond options on the Emperors Club menu, so at least give Spitz props for not being a spendthrift.
WSJ sent me this today, in place of Taranto:
“It’s not just schadenfreude — Spitzer’s foes reveling in his suffering. It’s that Spitzer became governor largely thanks to his many hyper-publicized cases against Wall Street titans like Dick Grasso and Hank Greenberg — cases that he pursued by going after everything and everyone connected with his targets, no matter how personal, by leaking constantly to the press and by making his own nasty, off-hand public comments. Keep in mind, Spitzer was charging Dick Grasso with making too much money…. [W]hen Grasso refused to settle, Spitzer’s ‘investigation’ wound up probing whether Grasso had had sex with his secretary and fathered a child out of wedlock. The apparent effort to beat Grasso into submission included threats of tawdry press leaks about alleged personal indiscretions — allegations Grasso denies, and for which little evidence ever materialized” — CNBC reporter Charles Gasparino, writing in the New York Post.
Do you know what Grasso means in Italian? Fat. Spitzer went after Fat Dick. Why? THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
Conspiracy baiting: That ear! That (lack of) hair! Could that be Spitz’s partially obscured head in the photo? America deserves to know!
Yeah, cute, whatever. $1000-5000 for her? What was he smoking?
Here is a good take:
the Rude Pundit called a prostitute friend. Is there a qualitative difference between a three-diamond whore, who, at the Emperor Club, went for $1000 an hour, and a seven-diamond whore, who goes for $5500 an hour? Does a seven-diamonder have, like, a hydraulic pussy that’ll squeeze your cock to the point where you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never had before? The hooker equivalent of space flight? Her answer was, “The same reason people buy ugly paintings by famous artists or stay in penthouse hotel rooms for a night. Because they can. Status, you know.”
And she assured me that, for only a couple hundred bucks, she could make the Rude Pundit experience weightlessness. Time will tell
Hank Greenburg and Dick Grasso have to be taking a certain amount of joy in this.
My husband told me last night he would pay me $5,000 and I could just put it on his tab.
So I’m feeling better about that.
“My Take on the Hooker [Dan Collins]”
This is a bombshell. I didn’t even know Dan was a hooker!
No way she’s worth the 4k. Even with a sparking bubbly personality.
If idiots like Spitzer are willing to spend in teh four figures for a bump-grind-gasp simply for the ego boost of being able to spend in teh four figures for a bump-grind-gasp, you’d think I could find somebody willing to pay in teh four figures for a two-line text ad on The McGehee Zone simply for the ego boost of being able to spend in teh four figures for a two-line text ad on The McGehee Zone.
He spent more on hookers than my gross annual income.
To paraphrase myself, nothing sez “Crusader against corrupt capitalists” better than $5,500.00 hookers.
He should hook up with Nancy “Foi Gras” Pelosi for a Working Mans Progressive Dream Ticket in 4 years.
Not only “what sashal said,” plus a note about wastefulness’s function as a perverse signal of virtue among the wealthy. And —
The $80,000 (or whatever) Spitzer tossed to whores is to him like the dropped parking-meter change stuck in your shifter hood is to you.
Would you do her for a nickel? Yes. And that’s what he did.
Hell, I wouldn’t even make her pay, psycho.
Uh, “But–,” obviously.
See but still this is someone who does not understand the miracle of compound interest I don’t think. Probably the whores didn’t either though. Someone should do a seminar I guess.
And “what Dan said.”
Christ, I need coffee.
Geez, Spitzer paid $5500 for THAT skank? I wouldn’t bang that if she was willing to pay ME five large. Not without my Zip-Loc Full Body Condom (made with industrial-strength rubber) I wouldn’t. And I’d need a few stiff drinks and a handful of Cialis to get in the mood.
She’s not that attractive to start with (you want to see some quality call girls, go to Florida; neither NYC or D.C. are even in the same league), crappy hair, crappier nail job and cheap costume jewelry with that black fingernail polish and the home-made X tattooed on her hand (the mark of some homey pimp, no doubt)?
Of course, given how homely leftie women tend to be, and him being from New York to boot, maybe the Spritzer actually thought this ho represented real quality in the cooze department.